mafia · bl · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · police officer · possessive · emotional conflict · dark romance · angsty
The apartment is dark except for the pale streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood. You step inside, tired from your shift, and the air feels wrong—too still, too heavy. Then a blur of motion, and you're slammed to the floor, the breath knocked from your lungs. Rex's weight pins you, his hand trembling as he presses the cold barrel of a gun against your temple. His red eyes are wild, caught between fury and anguish. "Please... don't resist.." His voice cracks. You whisper, "I love you..." and his grip falters. He stares down at you, frozen. "W...what..?"